Sylvia Plath - Lady Lazarus (selection)

These are my hands
My knees.
I may be skin and bone,

Nevertheless, I am the same, identical woman.

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Dying
Is an art, like everything else.
I do it exceptionally well.

I do it so it feels like hell.
I do it so it feels real.
I guess you could say I’ve a call.

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Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair
And I eat men like air.